Work Of Art

Paint in her hair from

When she fell on the canvas

While running from me

But I had caught her

Caught her in my paintings

She was born

From the sky and sea

Her hair in waves

Her cheeks like the clouds, soft

Her face shone under the sunlight

Her smile gleamed

But she was lonely and broken

There was peace in her pieces

And while this butterfly

Can’t see its own wings

She was a work of art

I am an artist who saw beauty

In her broken things